As a child my mother said to me,
Don’t be afraid to lead the way you see,
She tell me stuffs that enable me to be stern,
In the future, I dream of owning my own firm,
My mom is my idol girl,
She’s number one in this world,
She makes me smile all night,
My mom is a gentle sight,
When I was fifteen, I wanted to roam this world,
Silly girls, with 1950s curls,
Never listened I wanted to be free,
To have *** with one person, two or maybe three,
Because I was deaf towards her,
My heart got soft, like a bucket of water,
Abandoned by my so-called love,
Can only trust, my father from above,
Got pregnant, lost all trust,
My reckless life, I need to adjust,
Life start to fade, no dad to stick around,
My tears slowly fell to the ground,
Looking like a blank white dice,
Got abused, my heart is cold as ice,
But I know I’m to be blame,
For all my troubles, and all my shame,
I’m sorry my lovely mom,
If I had listened, I would be number one,